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"I wouldn't be surprised," Heinrich replied, "but how do you know what library paste tastes like?"
"How? I'm the one who helps the girls put school projects together, that's how," Lise said. "I eat the paste, I breathe it, I damn near bathe in it. Last week,Frau Koch wanted everybody in class to make a model of one of the forts the Reich uses to protect German farmers in the Ukraine from bandits. Do you have any idea how much fun it is to glue three strands of tinsel barbed wire to toothpick stakes?"
"As a matter of fact, no," Heinrich admitted. "Is that why you were in such a lousy mood last-when was it?-Wednesday night?"
"You bet it is," Lise said. "And there had to bethree strands of barbed wire, too, by God, or Francesca would have lost points.Frau Koch said so. She really is a beast, if you ask me. Everything else about the project was like that, too: do it exactly this way, or else. How are they supposed to learn anything?"
"I'll tell you what they learn," Heinrich said. "They learn to obey."
Lise hadn't thought of that. But as soon as her husband pointed it out to her, she saw that he was right. School taught more than the multiplication tables and the capital of Manchukuo and how Bismarck unified the Reich. It taught children how to be good Germans, how to be good Nazis. One of the things they needed to know was how to blindly obey anyone set over them. The fortress needs to have three strands of tinsel barbed wire?Jawohl, Frau Koch! Three strands of tinsel barbed wire it shall have! And why does it need to have them? Because Frau Koch says so. No other reason needed.
But Germans-some of them Nazis, no doubt-had stood out there in Adolf Hitler Platz shouting, "SS go home!" They really had. And here was Horst Witzleben, showing them to the whole Reich, to much of the Germanic Empire, with every sign of approval. Would people be chanting the same thing in Oslo tomorrow? In London? Even in Omaha? What would happen if they did?
Horst Witzleben said, "Today, the Fuhrer met with a delegation from the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia to discuss that region's future relationship with the Greater German Reich. At the close of the meeting, a spokesman for the Fuhrer said that while Bohemia and Moravia, which have been part of the Reich since 1939, ca
The picture cut to the delegation in the palace press room. Its leader, a white-haired man identified as-of all things-a playwright, spoke in Czech-accented German: "What we did here today marks a good begi
"They didn't arrest this fellow, either?" Lise said incredulously.
"Doesn't look that way." Heinrich sounded startled, too.
"This is all very strange," Lise said. Her husband nodded. She went on, "I'd almost rather Buckliger had left things alone. Then we'd know where we stood. This way, everything we've been sure of for so long is up in the air."
"What's that myth? Pandora? Is that it? The last thing that flew out was hope." Heinrich paused, frowning. "I think that's how it is."
"Yes, I think so, too," Lise said. "I don't know if I have any, not really. But even wondering if I could…It feels fu
"I thought so, too, this afternoon," Heinrich said. "But don't get too excited. For every scene like this, there's an 'Enough Is Enough' or something like it. The cards may have been dealt, but they haven't been played yet. And nobody's going to lay down a dummy. We won't get to see anything till it comes out during the hand."
"I suppose not." Lise sighed. "We're going to have to find some new bridge partners, you know."
"One of these days." Heinrich gestured toward the televisor. That Czech playwright was gone, but the memory of his calm assurance lingered. Heinrich said, "Plenty of interesting things happening right now. And pretty soon the kids will learn how to play."
"All sorts of things to pass on to the next generation," Lise said. They both started to laugh. Bridge wasn't even illegal.
SS men, some in black uniforms, others in camouflage smocks, swarmed near the campus of Friedrich Wilhelm University. Snipers with rifles with telescopic sights took positions on rooftops that had never known the footsteps of anyone but occasional repairmen and not-so-occasional pigeons. Susa
Along with the SS men, a horde of workmen and technicians had also invaded the university. Banging hammers and buzzing power tools disrupted the quiet that was supposed to foster academic contemplation. Since Susa
That did the job well enough, but curiosity accomplished what noise couldn't: it made her get up from her work and look out the window.
A platform for the Fuhrer 's upcoming speech was rising in the open space between the two long wings that housed most of the university's classrooms and faculty offices. Rising with it were platforms for televisor cameras. Those would lift the cameramen above the level of the crowd and make sure no one's head got between Heinz Buckliger and his larger audience across the Reich and the Germanic Empire.
The crowd was already building. Susa
Curiosity satisfied and decision made, she went back to grading papers. Plenty of her students understood the scatology in "The Miller's Tale." Far fewer of them understood how the piece fit into The Canterbury Tales as a whole. They enjoyed gross jokes. Finding and defining structure in a work of literature was something else again.
Twenty minutes later, the telephone rang. She picked it up. "Bitte?This is Susa
"Fraulein Doktor Professor, this is Rosa." Professor Oppenhoff's secretary paused for a moment, then said, "The department chairman strongly advises against watching the Fuhrer 's speech from your window."
"He does?" Susa
"Because the SS has told him they may shoot anyone they see appearing in a window. Whoever it is might be an assassin, they say."
"Oh." Now it was Susa
"I'll do my best," the secretary said, and hung up. Considering how badly they got along, Susa
Then she started to laugh. "God help anyone who's in the men's room when the phone rings!" she exclaimed.
Even if watching Buckliger's speech turned out not to be such a good idea, she could still listen to it. She opened her window a few centimeters so she could hear better. the Fuhrer wasn't there yet, so none of the SS snipers took a shot at her.
Noise from down below swelled as the crowd built up. You could put a lot of people between the two main wings of the university buildings. From the excited buzz that rose, she knew to the minute when
Heinz Buckliger came into sight.
"Guten Tag,students, faculty, and friends," Buckliger said. His amplified voice sounded a little ti